A man joins a monastery and is told by the abbott that it is a very strict order; the acolytes can speak only two words to the abbott every three years. The man agrees to this.
Three years go by. The man goes to the abbott and says, “Hard bed.”
Three more years go by. The man goes to the abbott and says, “Bad food.”
Three more years go by. The man goes to the abbott and says, “I quit.”
The abbott says, “Well, I’m not surprised. You’ve done nothing but complain since you got here.”
Q: How many zombies does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Braaaaaains!
Or, how many health-conscious zombies does it take?
Braaaaaaan!